Silver for the Moon, gold for the Sun;
Just like good and evil, they both join as one.
Bronze for the Earth; centre of them all.
Containing the balance; denying all downfall.
I once stood in this room
So full of drifting thoughts and racing dreams
Bright lights and shining hopes
But they're all gone now
Never to be seen
I watched them be slaughtered
One by one
Red darkness swallowed them whole
They wailed at me
Reaching, clawing the lifeless air
But I did not help
I knew I couldn't
The feeling was keen
Because I knew
It's your fault…
And so I stand in this room once again
It's empty and gray
So still
No longer gay
I remember it once had feeling
But they all died away
Now all that remains
Are the ignoble memories
And a gray paper
You know what it reads
Red rain pours from the ceiling
Hitti